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[Racer]

Dog Breed:
Zabrina Husky
Name:
Amor
Gender:
female
Alliance:
Dark
Age:
2 winters
Personality:
Amor can be anything but sweet...more like bitter sweet encounter then lovable and nice. She is one that is harsh and brutal with words and killing with actions. One that dose not back down a fight run away from stupid mistakes. She takes the world straight on, the world being a game to her that is simply played by everyone. Rather being on the rude side she is extremely aggressive. Competitive with absolute everything. Amor being a bitch that dose not get scared easily, everything just sliding and aggression being her main key. Affection something VERY hard to gain from her making it seem as if she has no heart at all....but nobody looking deep enough to see that she really holds one....
History:
Amor was born into a litter of 5 pups. Out of all of them she being the only female in the litter. Sadly her mother left them at birth another Dark fae having to pick up the litter to feed them and raise them. The dark female did everything with anger. Hating the pack, hating the lead, hating everything that had to do with her being and surroundings. As the pups grew there was one that was always just a bit differently then all of the others. The female was ruffer then the males, at times sending them yipping back to the feeding bitch. The bitch took notice in the young female, as the bitch continued to raise the males and the fae...she learned to get close to the little she-pup. When Amor was about
4 months of age..she named her her Amor. For the word is Spanish meaning love which was nothing of what the pup was, nor the way the she acted there for being the perfect name. After time passed...the bitched noticed that maybe Amors definition was not all cold harsh...the fae held affection, after she saw Amor and a little male playing a little flirt game. But all changed when pack had to leave. Insane dogs entered killing everything and everyone...inculding the bitch the raised Amor...her brothers....her father....her friend. Her only friend. Everything was vanished...nothing was left...the only thing to do moving on with a heavy heart and hurt soul...this is story of colden heart, so there to show you...that not everything could be so smart.

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[Racer]

Dog Breed:
German Shepard

Name:
Rocco (K-9 Project 3445900)

Gender:
Male
Alliance:
Dark

Age:
2 winters

Personality:
Hes your average Dark. Hes not real social with conversation and rather the kind of 'ill taunt you until you fall over dead bitch' guy. He is often rappish and likes things to flow his way ALWAYS. Fairly rude when it comes to it and smart mouthed but finds the furn to everything. Never looking at things straight on like serious but don't be fooled. He is very bi polar and is aggressive toward some subjects. Don't let yourself speak the words that are unwanted.

History:
Rocco was born in a solider training camp. His mother was forced to breed with another one of her blood to give birth to pure bred pups. While her breed things where not peachy clean. Wounds and snarls where taken place, as the bitch disliked the male with everything her heart could possibly desire. Once the pups where born they where forced to leave her side, the bitch reacting quickly and aggressively was killed before any of the pups could open there orbs to see. The pups where taken away and all of them being a mixture of males and females. There was once buffer one and bigger one that one being Rocco. At a young age as a pup he was taken out of the training pen and used for testing since his structure was much brightly built and his aggression and temper where striking. He was scent to a testing lab where there they had made him suffer like nothing before. They made him battle against bigger much stronger dogs letting him starve for days just for lab work...horrible and horrifying as he carried as scar down his belly from a incision of the scientist. And a worn out police badged ID collar round his neck.

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[Racer]

Dog Breed:
Great Dane

Name:
Santo

Gender:
male

Alliance:
Light

Age:
3 summers

Personality
He's the apple to your eye really. He is one to be very kind hearted helping out everyone he can and willing to do anything in his will to give someone happiness. He has a golden laced heart not ready to get it broken by anyone. Sweet and kind is what he is all about. Patient calm and lovable. Really the one to be your sweet cheek. The dog that wont mind cuddling up to you and making you feel warm. He has his temper but rarely. Respect him and be Respected.

History:
He was born in a two leg walker house. At a very young age he was exposed to love and care. His mother and father being there too look after them...humans that loved and fed them until they where given away to near by neighbors. Growing up Santo was never far away from his family always close keeping in touch with his loving mother. One day he was taken away as the family he was given to moved into her a bigger house. Two little human pups roamed the place until one of them got sick leading him to his death. From there the other one died of sickness too. The two adult humans going into a huge depression. From there the two lost there love toward Santo yelling at him and making him sleep outside in the cold and the rain. From there his suffering began...but the memories he held where forever...never leaving his mind and cherishing them forever.

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[Racer]

My blood runs with the the ones called
German Shepard

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My calling rings along the lines of...
Lakota

I do not fear of what I am..as I had fought many times to keep my gender among the untouched...
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My souls runs with the cold and the dehearted with the Dark[/color] depts of your midnight...

I had lived 2 winters[/i] that I wish to forget in my future. Nothing proud to remember.

Personality:

I am one who treats everyone the same who treats me well. One who respects if respected. I demand to be treated with the honest of ones heart but then some say it is to much to be asking for. I speak the truth and only the routh impossible to get on my badside. With one horrible lie I will kill you, no matter how small the lie or how pointless it was. Do not let yourself all for my gentle orbs..inside I'm anything but nice ready to kick your ass if you do anything unwanted. Play your game right and see the gentleness of a DARK....I do not lie but keep myself censer without a grudge in my conscious. But beware...once you hit my badside there no longer will be a good side...So I suggest you keep me content...or you will be coming into a horrible...o so horrible mistake...Get to no me and I just might bight you...there is lots unknown about me as my mood was not one to describe neither my personalitly....

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History:

I will not lie to you, so lets start with the truth...a truth full of misfortune coming back far soon before my existence. When bald two walkers roamed the world...when dogs had only a pure soul and those who remained free battled for territory and mates. One of those bitches being my mother....she cried at the sight of me. How on earth could I be here? All born dead but me. Guess I'm just lucky but sometimes during my pup hood I wished my death. I was always kept hungry being the only pup it was hard to keep my bitch around for long periods of time. Snarls and bites where welcomed to my pelt all the time. I was one to suffer alot but never complain. I was loved once by the son of our pack leader. Calling me is Midnight Queen. Making plans for when my first heat came? To run farrr away and start a pack of our own. None of those plans remained as he was killed in a rival pack invasion. I have scars for now...but scars in my memory that will go back forever....I'm just asking for somebody to love me...and I promise I will do my best to love you back...I am a Dark....but I do feel love.

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[Racer]

My blood was said to run with the German Shepard but never have I had anyone tell me. Just seen the passing suns and the reflections off the puddles when it rains...

My bitch was useful enough to give me a calling...a calling that is along the lines of...Zolor...half of it meaning pure pain and to agony...


I was the second Male, in my litter. All of my sisters taken away far...leaving me and my brother behind...


My heart is in the shade...other wise none as the Dark as nobody ever showed me light, but only the darkness....


I had lived for 1 miserable winter..wishing none to live through what I did....

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I'm not your perfect pup nor the wanted one....I am reckless and untamable..even at my young age I'm capable of killing your souls with just a few words. I am NOT friendly. It takes time and MUCH kindness for you to gain my words or my trust. I'm telling you, I'm aggressive when it comes to things. Smart mouthed and rude is how some of the bitches refer to me. Once you betray me? You will see me again. I'm no dog to be playing with. Once words comes out of my maw in a promise or a swear? I keep it. I dislike liars, therefore me not being one. I tell the truth with my soul, I don't say it I sing it. I will tell you a secret... I have a warm side that has never been used....you are willing to see it if you teach me how to use it....but I warn you...theres allot of cuts and bursts to heal.

It all started when I was old enough to open my orbs and realize how cold it is to wake up alone. I knew there was nobody here, as I have been hungry for quiet a while. I nudged against my siblings for warmth but there bodice was cold and stiff. I heard a whimper and crawled toward it, hoping for some warmth or food but only bumping my snout against another small bodice. But this was warm...unlike the others. Days like this grew long but a bitch always came feeding us quickly, at times so fast it was hard to even get a drop of milk. We grew up like that, turning into pups that could now walk and learn to watch from brutes that had sharp teeth. Things did not go well for us but its soon to come. We ran away from a massacre bumping into some males. I made...he didn't. Yes I cried. He was my best friend. He was my...he was my brother. I was wounded and left there to die in the rain and cold...with once more finding myself with a limp body...this time not really telling if it was my kin or not...but I knew it was...I could see behind the torn flesh along with blood and see my brother. I knew....I knew...I healed now having a scar on my shoulder. But a bigger scar in my heart...a scar of lost...now....will you find me?

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